David Rossi wasn't a perfect man - hell, he was barely a good man - but that's something he can deal with, something he can accept.

He couldn't accept, however, how bad of a father he had been.

When your mother first told him about her pregnancy, he had run, he bolted. Rossi didn't bother about the child - he was an up and coming agent - his career took precedence, or so he told himself.

Now, after three failed marriages and years in the bureau, he regretted that decision more than ever: he wanted a child, a family.

He wanted to reconnect, and more than anything, he wanted to get to know his child.

Rossi tasked Garcia to track you down (making her promise to keep her mouth shut) and drove to your address, surprised that the two of you have always lived in the same city.

Now, standing in front of your apartment complex, sudden doubt washes over the experienced agent: what if you don't forgive him? What if you don't want to get to know him? What if---

He shakes his head, dwelling on the possibilities won't help, he needs to get moving.

He catches the open front door, skipping up the two or three floors to your apartment, giving the wooden door a couple of quick knocks before he can change his mind.